Sister I'm a Poet

This time last year, I was a complete mess: my body was covered in hives, I was moving out, my entire bookshelf was soon to be lost by the USPS, and finals were happening. December, this time around, is a breeze in comparison. It feels like the last few weeks have happened without much thought or planning (though that's certainly not true).

Already I'm dreaming of trekking to the river and diving into some Arthur Bryant's burnt ends when I get home. New England can do a lot of things well, but barbecue is not one of them.

But before I get ahead of myself, I'm going to keep working to these sweet melodies.

"Along this way

Outside the prison gates

I love the romance of crime

and I wonder does anybody feel the same way I do

and is evil just something you are or something you do"

- "Sister I'm a Poet" by Morrissey, from Beethoven Was Deaf (1993)